On the cross-roads
of eternal being and
momentary indulgence.
of ultimate infinity
and a profound incompleteness,
of joyous sorrow and
sorrow-ful joy,
....takes birth a poet,
every now and again.
..to remain perhaps eternal in many minds...good concept...well brought out...poetic, Sarvesh...10
very true and alas a POET IS BORN the sun has risen. +++++++10 regards anjali
On the cross roads we pen down our book of life, chanting the words by the readers till eternity. a 10.
True said Sarvesh.........10++++ more is- Some are born, some are made, some are thurst upon them. Poets has been developing society/civilization,
this poem is very composed with a little play of words & a vast meaning in thought.
well penned.....true to its depth.......luved it........thanx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The anguish and throes, to boil the poets pot in life